The room was filled with a thick, noxious fog as the Poison God Cultivator began channeling his Qi. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, my instincts telling me that danger was imminent. Without a moment's hesitation, I reached into my pocket and withdrew ten small pills, each one packed with a lethal dose of poison. As I flicked them between my fingers, they detonated in a shower of colors, filling the air with corrosive fumes that spread rapidly throughout the room.
My heart pounding, I turned to my temporary ally and handed him a small, white pill. "Eat this if you want to live," I said, swallowing one myself. As the fumes closed in around us, I could see the fear in his eyes. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice choked with panic.
